Wandering Mind

Practice this morning was… honest. It was not deep, it was not vigorous, but it was true to me. It was a little cold in the studio this morning and my body never really loosened up but there was a fluidity to my movement that I really enjoyed. Think molasses, cold molasses. Well not that stiff… maybe more like honey. Yeah, that works. But whatever consistency it was the movements that were smooth and connected and the flow from one pose to the next was in the breath, not just corresponding with it. The whole body moved together instead of moving the legs, then arms then torso etc… It was a nice feeling even if I wasn’t going as deep and fast as the ego might prefer.

I have a new office mate. I’m not sure of a name yet…
I stopped by my office before practicing this morning and heard a rustle in the trash can… and there he was. I have no idea what to do with him. I thought about putting him outside but it’s cold… I tried laying the trash can down in the hall and letting him run away but he just ran out of the can and back into my office. He’s really cute, but I know they can carry diseases etc… I guess it’s time to deep clean the office and not give him a reason to be in here… or build him a house…